We all know California’s gonna sink
but we could all use the drink
Topless cars and sunset cliffs
Fame so close you can get a whiff

The lies of Sunset Boulevard
the black cards and names in stars
Drive far enough down south
You can see the look of doubt

You can tell all your friends back home
Whose numbers are in your phone

You never dance on the ceiling
You never had a reason 
Better Late Than Never
Winter’s a wasted season
The fire smells of treason
Better Late Than Never

What matters most happens least
crumpled papers always find a crease
Like the ride at the county fair
You only live with desperate prayer

You wait until your next check clears
Oh thank God for my career

Written on Feb 23, 2016

You never dance on the ceiling
You never had a reason 
Better Late Than Never
Winter’s a wasted season
The fire smells of treason
Better Late Than Never

The lost and found found more than it’s ever lost
How many lost or found picking up a cross
Dizzied up in a dizzy daze
If you’re made of gold, what do you weigh?

You never dance on the ceiling
You never had a reason 
Better Late Than Never
Winter’s a wasted season
The fire smells of treason
Better Late Than Never

Originally written 2/23/2016

Better Late Than Never

Denver based Music Producer and solo artist.

Better Late Than Never

David Bowick